When James' car arrived outside Rasfa's manor, James stopped the car.
The guard knocked on the window and asked, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
James took out an invitation, and the guard checked it before letting him in.
Paris looked at the dream-like manor and became even more excited.
She had never been to a place like this in her life. The parking lot was surrounded by greenery.
There were countless luxury cars parked in the parking lot, but James's car was the most inconspicuous among them.
Paris followed James closely, not daring to walk around casually.
Everything here made her feel pressured. Walking out of the parking lot, Paris saw a mansion.
Even with Paris's shallow knowledge, she could tell that this mansion was very expensive.
The garden they walked past was about the size of a football field. More than ten gardeners were trimming it.
After the garden, a golden beach appeared before her eyes. It was so beautiful.
This completely overturned Paris's definition of enjoyment. Using a popular saying on the Internet, poverty limited her imagination.
Before coming here, Paris had been quite confident.
But after arriving here, she started to shrink back.
A few beautiful women in bikinis ran and played on the beach.
Following James to the mansion, James took Paris's hand and walked into the living room.
Paris saw Steven and another old man. They sat on the sofa and talked. Beside each of them was a woman.
Paris wished she could be the woman beside them. As for the other old man, she didn't recognize him.
But since he could talk to Steven like this, he must be someone special.
"Hi, James, you're here." Steven saw James. "Your girlfriend is so pretty."
"Hello, Mr. Steven." James walked up. "This is Paris."
"Hello, Mr. Steven."
"I'm talking with Rasfa," Steven said. "You guys go have fun."
James pulled Paris to the balcony, where a servant brought them two glasses of wine.
"Is the man talking to Mr. Steven the owner of this place?"
"He's the chairman of PLM Film Company, a billionaire, Mr. Rasfa."
"So it's him."
"He's at the top of Hollywood," James said.
Paris's eyes twinkled. She was a little disappointed. She should have performed better just now.
Perhaps Mr. Rasfa would take a few more glances at him.
"Come, accompany me to the restaurant to eat something."
…
"Hi, Paul." Chen Zhao's car stopped in front of Rasfa's manor.
Paul was the usher. When he saw Chen Zhao's car, he immediately walked over.
"Chen, do you need me to stop the car for you?"
"No need. It's not my first time here anyway." Chen Zhao parked the car and found Paul waiting for him at the entrance of the parking lot.
Paul saw Chen Zhao carrying Briar and Bramble with Princess beside him.
Paul didn't find it strange at all. This was Mr. Druid.
He wouldn't find it strange if any wild animals were to follow him.
"Chen, what can I do for you?"
"Take me to eat something, I'm hungry."
"Alright, please follow me."
When Chen Zhao arrived at the dining room, Paul went in to instruct the kitchen.
Paul knew that Chen Zhao had a big appetite, so he quickly served him a big plate of roasted meat and fruit salad.
"Paul, thank you."
"You're welcome. Chen, what else do you need?"
"Help me take care of her family. She's called Princess, and these are her kids, Briar and Bramble. Princess is very obedient, but these two kids are naughty. Help me take care of them."
"No problem, I'll go now. Call me if you need anything … Princess, let's go."
As expected, Princess left with Paul. Briar and Bramble followed closely behind.
Chen Zhao stuffed meat into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten for days.
Just then, two people came to the restaurant.
It was James and Paris. Paris immediately saw Chen Zhao, who was wolfing down his food.
"It's him?" Paris was surprised. She didn't expect to see Chen Zhao here.
Hearing Paris's voice, James looked at Chen Zhao and frowned. "So uncultured. Can't you look at the situation here … Paris, you know him?"
"I've seen him twice, but I'm not familiar. I just bumped into his car today."
"Oh." James held Paris's arm and walked to Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao was eating happily when he looked up and saw James and Paris.
"Hey, Paris, what a coincidence."
"Kid, you should pay attention to the situation."
"Situation? What's the occasion? "Chen Zhao froze, confused.
This was a restaurant in the manor, not some high-end restaurant.
Besides, I'm the one eating here. Do I have to pretend to chew and swallow slowly?
If he ate like that, he wouldn't be full until tomorrow.
Paris also looked at Chen Zhao in disgust. She felt that Chen Zhao's presence lowered the place's class.
She didn't know how Chen Zhao had gotten in … Oh, maybe he was just here for a part-time job.
That should be it. He could also get a free meal.
"This is Fantasy Manor. Don't you know who the owner is? Please don't embarrass the owner. "
"Are you the owner?" Chen Zhao asked.
"I …"
"I don't think so. Then what right do you have to say that I'm embarrassing the owner? The owner didn't even say anything. Why are you being a busybody? "
Chen Zhao glanced at Paris and then lost interest. He continued eating.
James was speechless. After a moment of silence, he said, "I heard that Paris hit your car today, right? Here's a thousand dollars. Don't appear in front of Paris again. "
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. "I'll take the money, but can you please leave? Don't disturb my meal."
"Whatever. I don't want to waste time with an uncultured and uncultured person like you." James didn't find any sense of superiority from Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao didn't even care about him. He didn't show any fear or retreat.
Usually, when James was in the crew, all the crew members would tremble and lower their heads when he scolded them.
Unfortunately, Chen Zhao wasn't his subordinate. He couldn't do anything even if he wanted to.
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